This is the final chapter of 'Hold Me'. I hope everyone who has read it has enjoyed it. It's taken me Way to long to write and I'm also going to finish off all my other stories. Sorry in advance for any grammar/spelling mistakes as this was done on notebook (I usually use word)
Anyway, I own nothing, no characters, etc.
ENJOY!
I swallowed hard. I glared up at the brown eyes, scarce showing emotion. I sighed. So much loss, so much pain, I didn't know what to do. I slowly leant in to the embrace, I didn't know what else to do. The soft aroma filling my senses, I let my hands drape along his shirt before they finally latched on, a gripping, pleading hold. I sobbed. A great lump in my throat, washed away by a harsh shriek and a cry. I couldn't take it anymore. What had I become? My instincts had drove me to kill, to murder and with each horrible deed, the remorse lessened, my prize become closer. Is this what I have become? Emotionless to him who has betrayed me so many times, hurt me, scarred me and ripped me of all feeling for humans, except for him. Alas, he is not human, he is like a void, a deep, void of nothingness, no emotion, no empathy...no love?
"Bakura..." I choked, I needed to know the answers, I needed to confirm my beliefs, I needed to know if I was used, if I was loved, if I existed to him. His caresses halted, he looked down at me. "Do you love me?" I whispered, barley audible. I froze,this is what I wanted to know, longed to hear. I bit my tongue as I slowly waited for his delayed reply.
"Why do you need to know?" he finally stated. I closed my eyes. I paused. I hadn't thought of what I was to say when he answered. So I lay there. Enjoying the embrace for a while. Enjoying what I could from the fiends warmth. Fiend. I was calling my...desire, a fiend. Is this all he is to me now? After I had done so much to get so close, after I had risked so much, ended and destroyed so much, is this what it amounted to, I, Ryou Bakura, in love, lusting after some fiend? Fiend. The word echoed in my mind, constant ringing, painfully playing on my brain. I choked.
"Answer Me." I stated. My mind blank. I gazed to the window. Was this it? The struggle I had endured to satisfy him, is this what it came to? One pathetic question. A meaningless, overrated question. I shouldn't care for his answer, It shouldn't matter, as long as he is with me, love should not come into account. A clenched my teeth. I suddenly felt a great weight upon me, I opened my eyes to find myself straddled by the beautiful albino boy. I glared up into his menacing crimson eyes, moments before feeling his soft, spicy lips on my own. I gasped. As I opened my mouth, I felt his gentle tongue coax my own. Slowly they danced, the heat building, the intimacy rising. I felt his rough hands work on my chest, stroking me before gently trailing across to my buttons, swiftly un-buttoning each one. His finger lightly dragging down my flesh before passing on to the next button. I daren't breathe. My now exposed chest, melting under the gentle caresses of the white haired demon. I closed my eyes as I felt his paws move south, to the rim of my jeans. His delicate finger finding its way into the material, skimming my skin. I arched upwards, I wanted more. I opened my eyes, just slightly, enough to see the boy before me. He was slowly moving downwards, removing his hands from my waist line, and down to my zipper, where slowly, he released it. I looked at him through half-lidded eyes, determined to keep my gaze upon him. I groaned slightly as he tugged at my boxers, pulling them, and my pants down, and off. Strewn across the floor were my clothes, I lay bare before my...angel. Hypnotized by his talent and his looks. His soft snowy hair, cascading over his delicate shoulders, His soft scarlet eyes, misty with lust. I felt his warm hand lovingly move down, hovering above my arousal. With painfully slow movements, he gripped my manhood, and began wavering his hand, up and down, up and down. I arched up, my heart beat pacing, my blood boiling. I gasped and moaned. Slowly, he twisted his hand, and I glared, I couldn't take this anymore, I couldn't let him take advantage of me. Not like this. Slowly I sat up, and sharply pulled at his shirt. His eyes widened, and I tugged again, until the thin piece of linen tore. He glared at me. Hesitantly I Shuffled from under him, and in one swift move, I pulled myself behind him and threw him, face down onto the matress. This is what I had longed for, this is everything I had wanted. Was it in me to take him? I shook all resistance from my mind, and reached around to his buttons, which I undid, before sliding off his trousers. Bakura didn't move. Slowly, I lowered myself onto him, and kissed his neck, hearing a low groan, I felt encouraged to carry on. I ran my flat palms along his smooth back with the faintest of pressure, before taking one hand to my mouth, and sucking my fingers. Bakura fidgeted beneath me. He knew what was to come, as he slowly parted his legs. Taking my moist digits, I slowly, and carefully inserted them to his opening, and probed lightly inside my love. He moaned deeply, and again I felt encouraged to carry on. I paced my movements into a rhythm, before slyly adding a second finger. Shocked by the pain, my angel shifted uncomfortably, and I lay down against him to kiss his long, delicate neck, to sooth the damage I had just inflicted. With the most care I could muster, I slowly removed my fingers. The boy gasped gently at the loss. I swallowed hard, before pumping my weakened arousal a few times, before placing it again, at the opening to the currently submissive demon. I pushed myself inside, harshly, and the body beneath me let out a cruel shriek of pain, and so I leaned forward, caressing his hair, turning his face up towards my own, before gently laying my lips on his, and kissing him, showing that I truly cared for him, that he was my love, my one and only, my soul mate. I pushed in again, and the angel moaned into my mouth, before I withdrew, to repeat my actions, over and over again. After some time, I began to feel mind end coming, and I sped up, lustfully plunging into the tight entrance. I felt the gentle boy shudder, before releasing onto the bed. I thrust, barely a few more times, before I also released, but not onto the silken sheets, but into my lover. I sighed, before pulling out, rolling off the body, and laying beside him, catching my breath.
"Ryou..." he whispered. I looked over to him, he was breathless, flustered and tired. He closed his eyes, before pulling my into a soft, heart warming kiss. I pulled away, and looked at his almost sleeping form. "Thank you." he whispered. I don't know how long I lay there, just staring at his sleeping form. Enduring glances at his soft, pale skin and feeling amazed at the creaseless and flawless perfection about his physique. He didn't Stir, or snore or speak in his slumber and I felt privileged to be finally laying besides him. I slowly placed my head upon the pillow, and placed my arm across his chest, before closing my eyes and drifting to sleep.
What seemed like moments later, I awoke to the shrill sound of an alarm, and I turned over to find my love still laying there. I gently caressed his hair, before turning over and sitting on the edge of the bed. I sat there for a while, staring out of the window, onto the streets, watching the rain fall ceaselessly down onto the glittering pavement. The people below hurrying around, clad in coats, carrying umbrellas. I sighed mentally, as I stood up and picked up my boxers from the previous day. Glancing one more time at the boy in bed, I made my way downstairs to the messy kitchen. Finding what I was searching for, I returned to the room I had slept in, and lay back on the bed, next to my love. I smiled, and then gently coaxed him to life, and his red eyes glared into mine. With a gentle smile, I took the knife from behind my back, and plunged it, harshly into his chest.
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Hope no-one hates me too much. Reviews are appreciated.
Anna C.
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